Gu Xiao arrived at the laundry room, casually picked up a piece of linen, only to see a glaring hole right through it, then picked up another, which was tragically torn into several strips.
He didn't need to inspect the others— he could be certain, just like Qin Youbei had said earlier, none were intact.
He twisted his body to look at Qin Youbei, his eyes sending out a chilling glare, akin to a fierce wolf in the deep mountains at night.
Staring at you with those icy eyes.
Primed to pounce, as if ready to tear you into shreds at any moment.
Qin Youbei met his gaze, blinked, and with eyes that looked upon a monster, fearfully and cautiously stepped back a few steps. She pursed her lips, tears streaming down relentlessly, and timidly said, "Master, do you want to hear my explanation?"
